Recuérdame.

[riptorn]

[Those of you who wish to see those who passed on? You'll be directed outside by Zeus, where he raises his arms, and marigolds begin to float around him. They float upwards, and form into a bridge.

It's structurally sound, and it seems fitting that you can cross it.

Eventually, you'll see it. Elysium. The Land of The Dead. Gentle music plays as you cross over into the city.

It's...festive. It's always festive. The architecture is colorful and full of spirit, and your group seems to be the only ones...human in appearance. Even your old friends seem to be a bit more skeletal in appearance. You can spend as much time here as you like, but eventually, that bridge will disappear. And you'll have to leave.

But...they'll never truly be gone. Not if you remember them. And someday, you'll join them. But for now, you celebrate. You've earned your happy ending.]

(ooc: This is the last log for the three canon rounds of Foolish Mortals! Thanks for coming along for the ride - we loved having you, and we hope to see ya real soon!)

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[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa looks startled for a moment because oh no she didn't mean to make him cry-! But... but then she realizes that there are tears in her eyes now too... and she lets out a shaky sort of laugh, reaching up to wipe them away.

It... it feels good. To get all of that out, and to have it accepted.]

Hearing you say that... I can't tell you how much it means to me. Some of the people in Arendelle would tell me that... that they hope their girls grow up to be like their queen. [Her tone isn't... bitter, exactly, because she absolutely feels honored each time one of her subjects told her that. It's just... bittersweet.] But they only saw me as the queen. You never did, did you...?

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford shakes his head, still fixing Elsa with a fond look, a soft smile.]

No, not really. I only saw a woman who loved her sister very much, who loved a group of strangers as fiercely as she would her real family. There's a strength in you, Elsa, that others might have seen as a weakness. But I just...want you to remember.

[He holds up both his hands, twelve bony fingers in all.]

Being different isn't wrong. It makes us us.

[defyingfrigidity]

[It's amazing, what the words of someone who truly believed in her could do. Her father had tried to be encouraging in his own way, but it just... never helped. His words only out more pressure on her. But as Ford speaks, it feels like a weight is being lifted off her shoulders.]

I'll never forget that. I promise. [And if she ever starts to waver, she's sure Anna will be there to remind her.] I... you think so highly of me, and I don't want to disappoint you.

[... Well, she can't change overnight, so those insecurities are still there. But instead of letting that worry cripple her...]

I also promise that I'll do my best to be someone you can be even more proud of when- [... It's a little morbid and Too Soon to say "when I die", huh?] When we're reunited for good.

[sixfingeredstan]

I know you won't disappoint me, kid, don't you worry.

[Ford looks...less disturbed by that than a normal person would, but he's also just generally a creepy person. Death doesn't faze him much, especially not these days.]

That had better not be for a long time.

[defyingfrigidity]

[Before this whole ordeal, the topic of death would've been one that Elsa avoided like the plague. It just wasn't something one talked about. But now, it's sort of an unfortunately common topic, huh?]

It won't be. After everything we fought for... I intend to live a long life.

[Her breath hitches a bit at her words, because... god. There were many occasions over the course of her life where she thought the direct opposite. On her worst days here, there were times she couldn't imagine herself living for more than a few more years, at most. But with Anna back, with her new family and her wanting to make Ford proud... she can't think like that anymore. She doesn't want to think like that anymore.]

That just means you're welcome in Arendelle, any time you're allowed to visit the living.

[She needs to read up more on certain holidays, bur she knows there are many where the spirits of the dead cross back into the living world. She just needs to find out when they are, so she can prepare something for him and Fiddleford.]

[sixfingeredstan]

[Ford brightens up at the prospect of even more family to visit, and even on his skeletal face, the joy is obvious.]

I'd be more than happy to come and see you. And your sister, too, I never got to know her properly but she seems like a sweet kid. I'll just have to figure out how to split my holidays between all of you, won't I?